Oh, this book made me angry. Not at the book, however - it was pretty damn brilliant - but at men.
Emma and Julia are two 12 year old girls growing up in the 1980s - more or less happily, you'd think, until Julia is raped after a party and it becomes apparent that her father has been sexually abusing her for a while now.
When I was a teenager I read a few books about that topic. It's been a while, obviously, but I still felt that the focus of the book was different. I hope I can put this in a way that makes sense - while it does deal with the sexual abuse and violence itself as well, it's not just about the abuse itself, meaning you could perhaps think, "Oh, well, that's horrible, that poor girl." No, the book has a grander scope, showing *very* well the power imbalance in our society by showing the impact the abuse has on all the women surrounding Julia - her friend Emma, Emma's mother, Julia's mother, Emma's grandmother. And it shows the utter powerlessness of women, even though they're giving their all, but they don't seem to stand a chance, even when they're working together.
Even though it's set in the 80s, the sad fact that not much has changed until then. And isn't that depressing?
I loved that book though. I would have preferred it without the 3 or so short chapters told from Julia's father's POV - it was unnecessary and I don't care what he's thinking, he's a rapist who needs to die. Yeah, there goes my former pacifist self. Seriously - I'm reading another book right now where a woman killed her abusive husband and when she killed him I was cheering her on. Because the sad thing is that often, no one will help women even if they ask for help. (Which is a difficult thing in itself because of the blame we assign to ourselves even though we're the victims.) Yeah, okay, really, I'm angry.
Something else - the portrayal of female relationships - friendships and not-friendships - was very well done. Especially the friendship between Emma and Julia and the way it shifts felt very real, and hurt because of that.
The point is, this is a really good book. Four stars rather than five because in the end it felt either too rushed or unfinished, but I really want to applaud it for the female perspectives and how it never becomes - it's not a book that wants you to feel pity, it wants you to be angry. And it accomplishes that very well.
When my (male) colleague saw me reading it he said, "You and your feminist propaganda." He said it as a joke, but it still pissed me off and I told him so. I think every woman should read books like that at least once. It doesn't mean you can't enjoy other genres - like romance - but you can see and read everything more critically and just become aware of the shit that's still happening to women everywhere, and maybe learn to not take it anymore.
Yeah, still angry.